The love of Jesus
I consider myself quite blessed. Not by money or riches or fame or any of the worldly possessions that always eventually pass away. I mean blessed by the Holy and prayerful people God has put in my path. The many people who often give me their assurance that they will pray with me or for me. Not in just a passing answer, but truly meaning it from their hearts.
One in particular comes to mind. Her name is Mary. Perfectly named. As her eyes sparkle with the radiance of the blue dress of Mary our Mother and the soft sounding voice of Jesus our Father.
I came to Mary and asked for prayers for an emergency calling to the Heavens. She immediately, without hesitance, assured me of her prayers and also told me about the "flying Novena". She said it was most efficacious and taught me how to pray it. It consists of nine Memoraries. All said consecutively after another. Eight of those, being in petition. The 9th Memorare being in Thanksgiving. How beautiful this prayer truly is! Sometimes I get myself into such daily patterns of prayer, that sometimes I forget to truly listen to the words and their meaning. Saying the Memorare, over and over, makes one actually be able to understand the pleading of immediately flying to someone who needs to be rescued, the way Mary promises to always do when we pray to Her.
The "flying Novena". Yet another opportunity to call upon our beloved Blessed Mother. Fully knowing that She is listening. Because as we all know, our good Mother "always" listens to Her children and helps work out the snarls of life's moments.
Hail to you our Queen! Our Mother! Our Mary!